Lesson 1: Do not put your electric blue tights into the dryer if you want to be able to fit into them the day after. Lesson 2: Use everyday happenings as inspiration to move forward.
I don't usually do horoscopes but this was mine in today's Metro...
Leo Jul 24 - Aug 23 You're being flirted with, and you haven't even noticed. Stop thinking of what could have been and start focusing on what can be. It's the only way you'll find your way out of recent limitations.
...Now I know you can apply nearly ALL horoscopes to your life and this one seems pretty typical for any New Year Leo or any star sign for that matter!! But I have recently slipped out of a strange little fling and I'm finding it more than difficult to kind of move past it. I'll explain a little...
All girls have that boy they've known for years where there's always flirtation and even romance; my boy is Ollie. My mum and his have been friends since they were 21, she's my "auntie" and we have grown up with our mum's planning our wedding since I was born. We've had plenty of summer romances ( he lives 2000 miles away in that same British colony my mum used to teach in) but this year he came over to visit me for a week post-break up from my uni boyfriend (Ben, but that's for another day). To be brief: he treated me like a princess and sent more than just shivers up and down my spine every time we fucked. In my book, these kinds of men don't come along very often and when they do you tend to put both feet in their metaphorical cozy bucket of red hot water. As this was post-break up for me, I realised putting both feet in would be silly so I just dipped a few toes and enjoyed the wining and dining and more than anything - the amazing orgasms.
However, on the last Sunday we had together we cooked a big Sunday dinner for us and my flatmate Annie. Now, I've never really ever noticed falling in love before because the times before I've always been the one hearing it first and then saying it. So, when he was pouring the juices over the chicken (not the most romantic moment ever, I know) my heart went crazy with those fluttery things that happen. Those of you out there who are sensible and have been in love and LUST before will know that a man, or woman, that makes your heart flutter doesn't mean that you're in love.
What follows just baffles me, and I put that down to being just 22 and having only 2 serious relationships up to now (that's not counting the one night stands at uni or the flirtations for a few weeks). So what follows you're asking? Well, he went back home and back to being a policeman (there's just something SO right about being naughty when he was in his uniform) he got lost in family things and back onto night shifts and no sleep. All of this I can understand. It all kicked off when I phoned him drunk one night when it was so cold and icey I couldn't feel my face. Ok, this was at 4:30 in the morning and if he rang me I would be severely pissed off but would automatically forgive and forget, I may be stubborn and firey but I find it easy to move on quickly (normally, anyway!!).
Turns out in the morning he was highly unamused despite my apologies and insistance that I had rung because I missed him so much. Thinking he would get over it by the next day, I gave him his space and just kind of waited (whilst impatiently and obsessively checking my phone and facebook every 3 seconds). When 2 days later I'd heard nothing, I'd had enough and called him. He said he'd needed that space but questioned whether I was going to get pissy every time he needed space and whether that meant, to me, that he wasn't allowed to get angry about anything. At that point I should have said, "No, don't be silly. Let's just move on." But no, I'm stubborn, so I fought my corner. Plus I was Christmas shopping on the 23rd of December and I had to focus!!
Things just went from bad to worse. On Christmas Day, after making the long journey North to Scotland to my parents warm fireside, I called him but dinner was just being served up and he couldn't talk. He sounded pretty stressed so I just wished him Merry Christmas and he promised to call me later. So Boxing Day morning comes and nothing. So I sign on to MSN and to my relief he is online; a chance to chat. No, another argument because I had wanted to talk. Oh dear. When he cut me off I phoned him. I spoke to his mum for a few minutes then he came on. BIG MISTAKE. He just shouted and said that he will never give anything up for me, especially not space, and that was that. He told me that sometimes he might not want to communicate with anyone, not just me, for a whole week. Having a dad who still runs away to Morrocco every now and then to not to speak to anyone, I can understand. But when this boy lives 2000 miles away and the only way we can communicate is mostly on the internet I'm not sure this would work. Ha.
We have not spoken since. I miss him terribly and the thought that I had had put those dreaded two feet in has worried me insanely. But the sense of relief I feel from escaping, and call me what you will, I feel that i am firmly well and truly out of this one! And now I love him, to pieces, but thank God it was just hot firey lust I was feeling and not full on passionate in love-ness.
So, maybe now, I have gotten all of this off my chest to absolutely no one but open for the whole of the world wide web to read I will feel tons better, with the inspiration of my horoscope obviously!! Here's to moving forward with love and learning to dry my electric blue tights manually eh?!
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